President, my wife has returned to her mother's house

Chapter 161 The indifferent and deep temperament is very charming
Her thin lips opened and closed, and she was trying to organize her words to tell her aunt that she had no intention of getting pregnant yet.

The person across the table spoke first. He glanced at the soup in the bowl and raised his thin lips, "Auntie, I've taken the trouble, but we don't have any plans to have children yet. You don't have to report to grandpa in the future. His I will communicate with you on the side. Just get some general supplements that can nourish the body. If you are preparing for pregnancy, don’t rush."

It was indeed the old man who asked her to urge the two of them to prepare for pregnancy, but since the eldest and the young had spoken, she had no choice but to nod.

Xi Mo glanced at Wen Hua before getting up and said, "After eating and tidying up, I'm going to see the two old people today."

"Oh."

The plum blossoms on the dining table were blooming beautifully and coldly. Wenhua looked at them for a while before slowly getting up and going back to her room to change clothes.

The door to the master bedroom was open, and the man was taking out a watch from the bedside table to put it on. Wenhua pursed her lips and went into the cloakroom to choose clothes, and then came out with simple makeup that showed her complexion.

The man put on a long black coat. He was tall, had long legs, and had stern features. He looked over and saw that she was almost done with her things, "Okay?"

"Ah."

There is plenty of space in the back seat of the Maybach, but Wenhua just felt a little suffocated.

The smell on his body was too strong. She subconsciously felt short of breath and her heart rate increased when she was in a confined space.

Obviously a few nights ago, he was panting and leaving Sven and dragging her to do inappropriate things for children. Now he is dignified and distant, and he has become an unattainable mountain snow lotus.

Thinking of his cruelty and straightforwardness that night, her heart suddenly shrank, like a conditioned reflex he had left in her body.

The strong contrast, plunder and domineering, darkness and heat, leaves an impression in your mind that you will never forget.

She really didn't know anything about Xi Mo as an adult.

I actually thought that he had lost his pride, his demeanor and temper had improved, and he was no longer the unruly and indifferent boy in high school.

Unexpectedly, a man who is mature and restrained is the most dangerous. He is so deep and uncontrollable that you have no idea what he is planning in his heart under his calm appearance.

She has seen him on the other side, so she can't help feeling dangerous and afraid when facing him.

But deep in her heart, where strong nerves were tugging at her, she realized there was another emotion.

There was a secret curiosity that was attracted by his deep appearance.

I actually find the man's indifferent and deep temperament very charming.

The two of them went to the Liyuan first. Grandpa was listening to opera on the deck chair in the courtyard on the radio he had treasured for many years. He would sing almost whatever was played.

Seeing that her grandfather was humming in a good mood and hadn't noticed them yet, Wenhua walked over with a slight smile.

Then he sang: "I see him as strong on the outside and soft on the inside as handsome. I respect him for his high ambition and good character in helping those in need. I see him taming a horse as if he was drunk. I can't hold back my feelings when I see him showing off his emotions~~"

Hearing the voice of his good granddaughter behind him, Mr. Gu suddenly turned his head and said with joy, "Oh, the little magpie is here."

"Grandpa, you are listening to Wang Baochuan's play again. You really never tire of listening to it."

"Your grandma used to like to listen to it, and I started to like it after listening to it. I like to listen to it, and you can hum a few words after listening to it."

Xi Mo put the gift he bought on the stone table, sat next to Mr. Gu, and asked meaningfully: "Little magpie?"

Wen Hua glanced at him and then looked away, quietly peeling an apple for her grandfather.

"She has a nickname, Little Magpie, and I gave it to her." Mr. Gu said with a smile on his face. He liked to tell people about his good grandson's childhood. "When she was so old and just learned to speak, she was very articulate. I don’t know, no one knows what she is talking about, but she is a little chatterbox. Looking at the goldfish in the tank, the birds in the yard will chatter alone for a long time. She was lively when she was a child, and she was a little girl until she went to elementary school. She is chatty. She also likes to listen to operas with me. She can sing many songs as soon as she hears the beginning. She is very smart and agile, so I named her Little Magpie."

After hearing this, Xi Mo's lips curled up slightly, his handsome face was gentle, "I was so good when I was little."

Seeing his soft-lined face, Wen Hua was stunned for a moment.

"Well! She was famous for being cute and smart when she was a child. Everyone knows that the Gu family has a little living treasure." Mr. Gu said quite proudly: "When she was in kindergarten, the boys in the class wrote crooked handwriting for her. She sends love letters, but fortunately her father is very strict, those brats are too scared to talk to her every time they see You Sui."

"love letter?"

"Yes, she went to school early, one year younger than the children in the class, and didn't understand anything. Her mother found a stack of little hearts and pink love letters in her schoolbag." Mr. Gu smiled and stroked his beard, " When I asked her, she only said that she was good friends with the children, and she liked them too. She also drew little hearts and gave them to the children. I heard that You Sui's face was as black as the bottom of a pot that day. What made her dad angry the most was that she was in the lower class of kindergarten. At the parent-teacher meeting when she was enrolled, she saw with her own eyes a brat holding Huahua's hand and kissing her cheek. She blinked and didn't realize how serious the matter was. Yousui was so angry that he transferred the little boy to another school."

Wen Hua opened her eyes and asked, "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, your dad has been angry for a few days. He loves the apple of his eye the most. He was secretly kissed by another brat when he was only three years old. He has been angry for a few days."

The man who was listening on the side spoke softly and looked at her, "Who?"

"I can't remember such a small thing."

After having lunch at Grandpa's place, the two of them stayed with the old man all afternoon, and left the Liyuan at almost five o'clock to go to Grandpa Xi's place.

We had a lot of fun in the Liyuan. Later, Wen Hua thought that Xi Mo had returned to his former gentleness and considerateness. When she got in the car and left the Liyuan, she realized that she had been thinking too much.

What he did just now was for the old man to see.

The sunset was brilliant, and the scenery outside the window was retrograde. A few rays of light hit his shoulders. The man lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. She glanced at him calmly for a few times, rubbing the hem of his clothes with her fingertips.

"Aren't you going back to Liuyue Mansion tonight?" she asked.

The man's eyelids were slightly raised, looking at the setting sun outside the window that dyed the earth golden. It was probably dark after dinner, "I'll be back tomorrow."

A sentence that is neither salty nor bland.

It seems that he is not the same person as the warm and gentle person in the opera house just now.

Her fingertips unconsciously tightened the corners of her clothes, Wen Hua pursed her lips and looked out the window.

Do you want to thank him for cooperating with her to pretend to be affectionate and affectionate to make the old man feel at ease?

He was so outrageous that night, and he was nowhere to be seen for several days afterwards, without any apology. She was clearly the one who should be angry.

The car was parked on the lawn outside the yard. The man took something from the trunk and walked in front, while Wen Hua followed.

When he was about to enter the gate, Xi Mo stopped and looked sideways.

Today, she had loose braids on both sides, and the off-white ribbon floated in the evening breeze as if it was weightless.

The light plum lipstick with a soft mist texture softens her facial features, and her eyebrows are as light as autumn water. In the dimly lit evening, her whole body seems to be surrounded by a soft mist, which makes people unable to see clearly and at the same time feels visually impacted. .

Wen Hua lowered her eyes slightly to look at the road. Seeing him stop in her sight, she raised her eyes slightly.

Xi Mo changed his left hand to hold the gift bag and raised it slightly with his right hand.

(End of this chapter)